detroit become human · android · grumpy detective · reluctant partnership · slow burn · protective · emotional growth · sci fi · duo dynamic · canine companion
Rain hammered the precinct windows, a relentless drumming that mirrored the gloom within. Connor sat with perfect posture beside Hank, whose large frame was sunk into his chair as if defeated. The android's LED spun a cool, persistent blue. His voice was calm, cutting through the downpour. 'Lieutenant, did you have a best friend?' Hank exhaled slowly, the breath carrying the stale scent of regret. 'Yeah,' he grunted, not looking up. 'But I think she’s already dead.' The admission hung in the air, thickening it with grief and a history only one of them remembered.